All language subtitles for Casualty.1900s.S02E04_English

(CLOCK TICKING)

You ask what I think of my life
as a doctor, my love.

Ladies!

I tell you that my work is among
the unknown and sometimes the
filthy and degenerate.

-Good Morning!
-Dr. Head

If anyone wants me,
Mr. Woodcock, I'll be in my
laboratory.

And where would your laboratory
be presently, Dr. Head?

-In the maid store-room by the
old ward.
-Very good.

But it is only through the
suffering of this unfortunates
that I may uncover the workings

of the mind and body,
written in a coded secret
language

(DOOR OPENS)

-I just wanted to see how
you are this morning.
-Oh!

-You are not nervous on your
first day on Victor Ward?
-No.

No, I got a letter from home.
I was reminding myself,

it's just a bit of advice from
my father.

To break that code, I may have
to do something that I and
especially you, my love.

may find alarming.

-Morning.
-Morning. Cheers! Harry.

(HUMS)

...for those who are nurses to
have always present to their

minds the example of our
blessed Saviour's love

and sympathy for the poor
and suffering.

Amen!
ALL: Amen!

-How is our Nellie?
-She seems fine

Fortified by prayer?

And soon to be fortified
five by breakfast.

-Aren't you eating anything?
-I couldn't keep it down.

It won't be so bad.

She'll be watching my
every move.

She watches everybody's every
move. You should know that
by now.

I'll be under her nose
till the end of day shift.

What makes you say the other
nurses and probationers don't
like you?

-They tease me.
-Does that mean they
don't like you?

Why do they tease you?

I don't talk like them.

Miss Luckes is afraid that
you might be homesick for...
Raw...Rawtenstall.

That you might up and
leave The London and
go back up there.

Oh, no. Not in the slightest.

Not for a second! I love
The London! I wouldn't want
to leave, for definite.

On Victor Ward, we don't
mind how a probationer talks,

providing she is attentive
and courteous and good
at her tasks.

I'm all them... Sorry, those.

Then we'll all be fine.

Nurse!

Coming!

- Good morning, Matron.
- Good morning, Nurse Goodley!

- How are we today?
- Very well thank you, Matron.

And you say to me,

because you have these
finer feelings that I
admire so much in you,

that I am a great individual

because I alleviate the
suffering of the poor.

And I reply to you,
my ever-secret love,

because I would not
have you see me...

in any false light.

I am not so great after all.

I use my patients to explore
the lower circles of pain,

and to solve the mysteries
of how nerves work,

we may have to pay
a heavy price.

Even one of sacrifice.

(DOG BARKS AND WHINES)

The incision in the
animal's trachea exposes
the musculature

of the larynx so that
we can time the reflex.

And, in timing the reflexes,
we can begin to come to
an understanding

of how the body regulates
activities such as...

This is completely immoral
and degraded!

What on earth is going on?

Lady Carter?

You wanted me?

Before their morning rounds,
Dr. Head, Mr. Fenwick.

Tell them I'll keep them
a quarter of an hour, no more.

-My dear Head, how are
we today?
-Hello, Fenwick.

And there I am saying,
"Gentlemen, we are on a steam
underground railway."

"Do you think this is any place
for this kind of discussion!"

Thank you.

Gentlemen, this morning,
two individuals infiltrated
a lecture

in the medical school to
stage a demonstration.

One of them was Lady Carter,

who's been a donor of ours
over many years.

-She's a suffragist!
-Well, as it happens.

What's the School of Pathology
got to do with votes for women?

I take it that the demonstration
was against vivisection.

-Ah!
-Indeed it was.

And her letter to me invokes
the Scriptures

to tell me that my soul
is eternally damned

for associating with the likes
of you two.

Good morning, Mr. Dean.

Good morning, Nurse.
Have you my list?

Oh, would you go and check

that I have a fresh supply
of cocaine solution?

There are 15 grains
in the drug cupboard.

No, I had to flush it.

No, It looked like someone
had already opened it.

We're losing support to the
anti-vivisection hospital
at Battersea.

Lady Carter is
orchestrating a campaign!

It's jolly disappointing!

Enough to make a man want
to go outside and kick a dog!

But what exactly do you want us
to do about it?

We must make the public aware

that the Battersea Hospital is
anti-inoculation

and therefore
puts its patients at risk.

I don't have any beds there.

I have no intention
of taking any beds there!

Very good.

I take it, Chairman, that
you've called us in here

to ask if either of us
sees Lady Carter

in our private consulting rooms?

I do not.

Nor me.

Gentlemen, thank you very much.

Dear Lady Carter,

it is a lie

to say that any animal is
tortured in any laboratory
today.

You seem always to assume that
vivisectors revel in cruelty

and are liars as well.

Rather, it is
you anti-vivisectors

who are so monstrously cruel
that you would condemn

thousands and thousands of your
fellow men to suffering

and even to death...

and children also.

(STARTLED)
Oh!

Are you a beggar...

Begging?

You know, are you begging?

Long morning ahead of us!

Shall we proceed?

(SOBS)

This way, ladies and gentlemen.

Don't open fire until you see
the whites of their eyes.

MAN: Form a line here.

Morning, Sister Jarvis!

Good morning,
Mr. Fenwick, Dr. Head.

The patients are ready for you.

Sorry we're late. Unscheduled
meeting with the chairman.

-Dr. Head.
-Thank you.

Good morning. How are my
sclerotics?

Mrs. Palmer still thinks she
can't feel her legs after
hearing the morning bell.

Yesterday, Mrs. Janes started
singing and...

Mrs. Palmer was immediately
in distress. Mrs Janes is a good
singer.

I should point out, though, I
have asked her to restrain
herself.

Can you ask the nurse to fetch
my test equipment, please?

Sclerotics and neurotics.
Who'd be Dr. Head?

-Mrs Bayle has been passing
blood in her urine.
-Much more like it!

(BELL RINGING)

Next bell, please.

(BELL RINGING)

It would assist me greatly,
Mrs. Palmer, if you could
give me an accurate

account of what you
feel when you hear a bell, or
singing,

and where and how you feel it?

In my legs, Doctor.

You lose feeling in your legs?

I think so, yes.

I...I'm not sure now.

Ooh! Sorry!

All right, Mrs. Palmer!

Tell me, Doctor,
will I get better?

We'll do our very best, believe
me.

Have you covered
disseminated sclerosis?

I would cover it if I knew
how to spell it, Doctor.

Thank you.

BELL RINGING

Threw herself under a horse
tram.

-Threw herself?
-That's right.

-Down by the docks.
-Did you see it?
-There were witnesses.

The sooner we get horses
off London streets , the safer
we'll all be.

You'll never get horses
off the streets of London,
take my word for it.

Examination room one, quickly.

Constable, why don't you sit
down? And keep out of the
way, please.

Sister, let's get her undressed.
Cut her clothes off.

Thought I asked you
to sit down.

I don't like your
tone of voice.

Oh, perhaps you'd like me to
have you thrown out of the
hospital?

I have my duty.

Your duty would matter less
in here than my duty.

Sister Russell, inform this
fellow about hospital rules
if you'd be so kind.

-What's the problem, Constable?
-I have a suicide.

Here, in my receiving room?

Or do you mean in the mortuary
which is downstairs?

Attempted suicide.

I think Dr. Culpin told you
to sit down, or shall I send
for an inspector?

What can we see?

The left leg.

Tibia's fractured. I want to see
about her head and neck.

Who is she anyway?

There's a question.

Shabby, lice-ridden clothes,
but her drawers are linen
and lace.

See that the clothes are burnt,
won't you? All of them.

The patient is going to surgery
for a fracture shortly.

Meanwhile, Dr. Culpin
will speak to you.

Constable, I'm afraid
the young lady has a severe case
of Locomotor Ataxia.

It was a horse-drawn
Hackney carriage!

No, Constable,
Locomotor Ataxia
it's a medical term

and I'm afraid it's one of
the worst cases I've seen.

A person suffering
from this condition

is prone to sudden seizures
of the functions of the limbs

and these interruptions,
essentially in the nerve supply,

are often followed
by a compensatory reflex.

Would you go more slowly?

Say that to the driver of the
Hackney, because what actually
happened to this young lady

was that she was
involuntarily impelled

into his path
by this compensatory reflex.

She attempted suicide.

It's a criminal offence.

No, she didn't.

I don't know what to say.

Well, your congratulations
would be sufficient.

No doubt the horses were
startled.

They were indeed.

A matter for genuine regret.

Constable, one thing
our professions have in common,

we never make the mistake of
taking appearance for reality.

You have a good day.

They'll be arresting me next.

And I reply to you,
my ever-secret love,

because I would not have you
see me in any false light.

When nerves are
damaged, the loss
of feeling offers clues

to the way the nervous
system functions,

but only if the patient
can accurately describe

what they do or do not feel.

I find most of my patients
as frustratingly vague as
Mrs. Palmer.

I long for a detached
and articulate guide.

I've reached the only
possible conclusion, my love,

and it's time to share it
with you.

The sacrifice here...

must be my own.

Are we able to take a fresh
ticket from the receiving
room, Mr. Dean?

We can take anything
that the receiving room

throws at us, Nurse Bennett.
What is it, anyway?

-A traffic accident.
-Ah! Well, that makes a change!

Are you very busy, Mr Dean?

As ever, Dr Head.
It's a traffic accident now.

Ah... I'll
come back.

-Where am I?
-You've had an accident.

You've hurt yourself, but you
will be all right very soon.

(GASPING)

Matron wants to know
if Nellie Bowers is settling in.

I think so.

I'm sorry. I hate being a spy.

You're not a spy -
you're Matron's Assistant.

Oh, there's another thing.
There's a patient in surgery

then the plaster room
and she'll be on the ward
in about an hour.

-Name?
-We don't have a name.

It was a street accident.

Bed three. Get it ready, please.

-You'll need a limb frame.
-Oh, and a limb frame.

What's this patient's
name, Sister?

We'll be told.
Post-operative attendance.

-You know the procedures?
-Yes, Sister.

What shall we call you, then,
eh?

Never mind, we'll think of
something, shan't we?

May I have a word, Sister?

What is it?

May I have permission
to leave the ward?

-Have Probationer Fletcher
watch my patient?
-Whatever for?

I think I might know
who our new patient is,

but I need a minute or two.

My poppa, he's a gentleman's
barber. He's a big one for the

variety halls and he goes every
chance he ever gets.

Miss Grace Barnes.

He sends me postcards regular...

regularly. I knew
I knew her face!

It's her, and I knew it
as soon as I saw her!

I couldn't be right certain,
but I had that feeling.

Miss Barnes?

Grace?

I knew it were you!

There now, gently.

(GROANING)

My poppa saw you at the Bolton
Variety two Whit Sundays ago.

Where am I?

You're at The
London Hospital, dear.

Quite safe and sound. You've had
an operation on your leg.

Sister Jarvis sent it down.

Apparently one of the
probationers recognised
the patient.

(DOOR OPENS)

Let's tidy you up, shall we?

There now. Don't let
them bully you.

Miss Barnes, I am Matron Luckes.

Do you feel well enough
to talk to us?

Mm.

Miss Barnes, my name
is Sydney Holland.

I'm chairman of the Board
of The London Hospital.

Miss Barnes,
this is a charity hospital,

serving the poor of London.

I do not believe that
you're of that class of
unfortunate individual.

Please, I... I don't know
how you found out my name.

Miss Barnes...

I beg you to keep it to
yourselves.

I think this can wait.

Sister, your patient
needs rest. Carry on.

You're interested in our
young actress, I take it? Eh?

One of your hysterics.

Well, actually...
I envy you sometimes.

Oh, I'm just the rude
mechanical, but you

you get to explore all the
darker recesses of the mind!

Or did you want
something else entirely?

I slipped in to watch
you earlier.

Yes! What was I doing to
command such attention?
Don't tell me now.

Repairing that foundry man who'd
lost the use of his hand.

I'd seen it on your list.

You alarm me, Head.

If you've decided to
branch out into surgery

what hope for my livelihood
and the many like me?

Quite the opposite,
my dear Dean.

WOMAN: Nurse!

It's a funny thing...

I know you
like everybody knows you.

You know, you being a
famous actress an' all.

But nobody here really knows
anything about you.

They don't even know
where you live.

They've been asking about
you, you know?

Hey, now, there's plenty as
is short of food in this world
for us to go wasting it.

I know how you feel.

Do you?

You wanted to do away with
yourself, didn't you?

Well, I happen to know that our
Dr Culpin saw off the policeman,

so you're not going to get
arrested.

Bet that's a weight off your
mind, I'm sure!

No-one knows anything.

About you, you mean?

That's better.

Mr. Head, I wasn't expecting
you to return. Mrs. Palmer
seems comfortable.

Not Mrs Palmer.
I haven't come for her.

I hear we've a possible case
of hysteria - an actress.

She's Mr. Dean's
surgical patient.

Ah. He won't mind.

Miss Barnes?

Yes.

My name is Head.

Head what? You're not
a policeman?

Not a policeman. Dr. Head.

Doctor of heads?

Exactly so!

Doctor of heads. May I?

I happened to be chatting to
your surgeon on another matter

when I heard the unusual
circumstances of your admission.

This is a hospital for the poor

and I venture to suggest
that you are not poor.

But I have a proposal.
I'm offering to treat you,

not for the surgical matter,
I'm not a surgeon,

but for the underlying issues.

-Why?
-I have a confession to make,
one that shames me.

I am a monster, Miss Barnes.

I should get most of my
rewards, would you not think,
from treating the poor?

Yet, it is my private
patients...

who help me more.

Well, help in what way?

They can describe better
what they're experiencing.

You've told me much already.

I've said nothing.

You disguised yourself.

Not to gain admission
to this hospital.

You didn't expect to wake up
in any hospital.

But you changed your appearance,

you came to a corner of the city
where you are not known,

you made a bold, if I may say,
dramatic statement

about yourself and your life.

You wished to die...
unknown and unidentified.

Presumably because you wish
to avoid having an affect on
another person.

That person is therefore
very dear to you.

All you have to do...

is acknowledge that I have
made some intelligent start

in understanding
your terrible dilemma.

And we will use that as a
basis to examine your
condition together...

in a relationship of absolute
confidentiality and
mutual trust.

It will be all right.

I assure you.

Ah, I wanted to give this back
to Nellie Bowers.

-She should be in her room.
-No, I just saw her going out.

You ask me what I think
of my life as a doctor.

I tell you that my work
is among the obscure

and sometimes the filthy
and degenerate.

And you say to me, because
you have these finer feelings

that I admire so much in you,
that I am a great individual

because I alleviate
their suffering.

But I reply to you,
my ever-secret love,

because I would not have you
see me in any false light.

My ever secret love.

And how did you find
Miss Barnes?

Oh, fascinating, thank you.

Well, you heard about the fuss
in the lecture room yesterday?

Holland's a bit stirred up.

I did and that's what's on
my mind, that and some
other issues.

My dear man, how can I be
of service?

I want you to take on
a new patient.

It will be simple,
straightforward, over
in perhaps 30 minutes.

Well, I'll be the judge of
time, if I may. But go on,
tell me, who is this patient?

Me.

(CLOMPS)

(TIPTOES)

If Miss Luckes found
this on inspection.

-It's not mine!
-It was in your box.

I didn't write it!

No, someone wrote it to you.

Is this from a doctor?

Yes.

Where were you this evening?

I had to go out.

What's the truth, Nellie?

We'll talk about this after
tomorrow's shift.

You don't understand!

Morning, Harry.

Morning.

Cheers.

-Ta.
-See ya!

(BELL RINGING)

MATRON LUCKES:
Almighty and everlasting God,

help all those who are nurses

to have always present in their
minds

the example of our blessed
Saviour's love and sympathy

for the poor and
suffering. Amen.

ALL: Amen.

And look up for me, please.

Tilt your head forward.

Thank you.

And back.

Good God!

-What is it?
-Who is it, you mean.

Can I help you?

I haven't the slightest idea!
Who are you?

I'm Sister Russell.

A nursing sister, you mean.

Not a sister in the sense
I would use.

Can I help you?

Mrs Ramsbury.

Have we been introduced?

We were introduced at Henley.

My father's Dr Eustace Ingrams.

I swore I would not come here
under any circumstances.

I could not have foreseen
any circumstances

under which I would come here.

Someone has arrived
at the receiving room.

Ernest, if I needed to be sent
a message every time
that happens...

Mrs Ramsbury,
an ally of Lady Carter's.

Oh, splendid! The woman behind
this torrent of correspondence.

I think you'd better come down.

Mrs Ramsbury...

This is Mr Holland,
chairman of the hospital.

Mrs Ramsbury.

Mrs Ramsbury has been doing a
search of the London hospitals.

I admit I have come to yours
last of all...

for understandable reasons.

I'm looking for someone.

Grace!

Oh, my darling.

Oh, Grace!

Oh!

(SOBBING)

Oh, Grace!

Extraordinary woman!

She's a novelist, Chairman.

Is she any good?

Does it matter?

-You mean she's popular?
-Very.

What have you done?

She has a fracture of the
left leg.

Will it affect her dancing?

Tell both of us this instant
it won't affect her dancing.

I will have you moved
from here straightaway.

She can't be moved
for several days.

Grace?

Have you nothing to say to me?

Mrs Ramsbury,
I must ask you to leave

and return in the
visiting period.

She doesn't want me to leave.

I didn't say she did.

I do.

How dare you!

I want whatever is best
for my darling Grace...

who's a great star.

And if she needs rest,
then I will not disturb her.

Mrs Ramsbury...

there are matters
we are obliged to discuss.

Really? I can't think what!

Excuse me.

I wish I were dead.

Tell me why you wish
you were dead.

Couldn't you see?

You live with Mrs Ramsbury?

You wish to stop living
with Mrs Ramsbury?

Does that have to mean the
same as wishing you stop
living altogether?

You don't know her.

Then tell me.

She's very...

strong.

Makes you feel like a child?

Worse.

Her property?

A character in one
of her novels.

Foolishly, I've lost the
pages I was writing.

But I was distracted from my
work on nerves by a new patient

a young woman suffering
another form of pain.

She is in emotional crisis,

I suspect because she has
losther sense of self

and become merely a player in
someone else's fictional world.

I've started to reflect
on how closely

our physical and psychological
lives are intertwined.

How mental painaffects
us physically,

no matter how hard
we fight to stifle it.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

One of the nurses on Victor
said that Miss Barnes was
an "invert".

What's an "invert"? It's nowhere
in the nursing manuals.

An invert is a woman
who is more inclined...

I know. I don't know
why I asked.

This note, Nellie,
I won't call it a letter

-because it hasn't been
signed...
-I can explain.

It's not for me.

I go and see someone.

Go and see someone?

In Whitechapel.

Who do you go to see?

Thomas.

You want to see how he's living?

You want to come with me now
and see how he lives?

(DOGS BARK)

(SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(BABY CRIES)

There's four families in here.

Six if a boat comes in
and the shelter's full.

I have to pay sixpence
to get him a bed.

It's me.

I have a visitor.

Thomas Connor. How do you do?

Ada Russell. Pleased to
meet you.

Nellie's told me
ever so much about you.

You're Sister Russell,
aren't you?

I brought you your snap.

(BANGING)

Thomas was in the
Blackburn pits.

I started when I were ten.
I were a gang leader.

-Then the Eight Hour Act came
in.
- She won't know about that.

Miners' hours, limited to eight
hours underground per shift.

Management reacted by
laying off men.

So you came to London
to find work?

Had no choice, had I?

But he's found none. We thought
he could find something at the
docks,

but they don't want a
northern lad.

-Nellie, if Miss Luckes
knew about this...
-Haven't done nothing wrong!

- Nobody would begrudge you
the food...
- Thomas has got no money.

- but she can hardly
turn a blind eye.
- There's nothing improper!

And she has to be told.

Nellie and I are man and wife.

You should have seen it.

It was terrible.

A tenement?

I have seen them.

There were 20 people
to one room.

You must have known
what things were like?

No! I never...

Here... Here.

Why were you there, anyway?

Nellie Bowers.

She's in trouble.

How's my patient?

I was on my way to see Grace.

I take it you've made
arrangements to move her.

On the contrary.

She is not my legal ward.

I have no power over her.

I beg to disagree!

Our love for each other may not
appeal to you, Mr Holland,

but it is genuine nonetheless.

If my dear Mr Ramsbury could
come to terms with it, I'm sure
you can.

Your affairs are none of my
business. This hospital is
and you have attacked it.

I want to ask you something.

Grace was given a general
anaesthetic, was she not?

Yes.

A dangerous procedure?

We work constantly to improve
the safety of anaesthesia.

Is this work facilitated
by the use of animals?

Yes.

Do I have your word that animals
are not gratuitously harmed
in these experiments?

You do.

Your donation.

If you feel you can accept it
from someone like me.

Thank you.

Unusually, for a medical man,
I make no hard distinction

between the mental and
the physical.

I believe we have much to
understand about the
relationship between the two.

And you think I could help
your researches?

The principle is that I am here
to help you, Miss Barnes.

I want you to take a leaf
out of my book...literally.

My wife and I have a thing
we call our Rag Book.

We write down
our thoughts and experiences,
when work separates us usually,

and that gives us a common basis
for sharing our lives.

Would you like to write down
some of your thoughts and
experiences?

Stella's the writer.

As I thought.

She is the writer
and you are the actor.

I think it's time you started
to find your own voice.

Take your time.

When will you be back?

I have a little business
to see to.

I shall take a day or so,
then I shall be back.

Tell me what you propose.

An incision in the
outer bicipital fossa,

extending along the axial line
of the left upper extremity,

dividing the radial nerve at
the point where it arises
from the musculo-spiral...

the ends to be united with two
fine silk sutures.

The external cutaneous nerve
also to be divided where it
perforates the fascia.

The nerve to be again sutured
with fine silk

and the wound closed with silk
sutures without drainage.

The limb put up on a splint with
the forearm flexed at the elbow,

and the whole hand left free
for testing.

You're quite certain
about this, Head?

Quite certain.

I know it will alarm you,
my love, but hope you
will understand

that I have no choice
but to experiment on myself.

The outcome is uncertain.

It may take years for feeling
to return to my arm.

Indeed, it may never recover
entirely.'

Sensation?

None whatever.

In becoming my own patient,

I am experiencing
what many patients feel - fear.

Ready, then?

Ready.

Matron.

You've been supporting
a husband.

I'm sorry!

You have availed yourself of
a training in a profession
reserved for single women.

What greater deception
can there be?

I'm most truly sorry!

Your husband's profession...

I'm told he is a laid-off miner.

Correct.

Have you any idea of my
background, Miss Bowers?

No, Miss. How could I possibly?

I'm from the Forest of Dean,
Gloucestershire.

I am well aware of the
conditions in the mines
at present.

Your husband may find employment
at Newnham,

by the good offices of my
own family, to whom I
shall write a letter.

I shall also write a letter
to the matron of the hospital
at Lydney,

recommending that you be
offered employment in a
nursing capacity...

if this meets with
your agreement.

Might they have some
work for him?

I think they might.

There is one more thing.

These words were written
by Dr. Head.

There will be no further mention
of this unfortunate breach
of his privacy.

Matron.

Today, I found those missing
pages I was writing for the
Rag Book.

I wonder sometimes

if we have unconscious impulses
and mislay things on purpose.

But the things that matter most
to us cannot be mislaid.

The truth is, a severed nerve
may never fully reconnect.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Will you come see us off, then?

Yes. All right.

Dr Ingrams, I have a
strangulated hernia in a
woman of 50

who's been working as
a washer woman

wearing a truss made of
sacking and gutta-percha.

I have a 14-year-old girl
impregnated by her father.

-Knife wounds?
-Two. Seven o'clock.

Diphtheria?

Three, I think.

No, four. Four.

I was in an anxious, gloomy
mood, and now the clouds
have lifted.

Oh, I'm fine now...

Some things go away
of their own accord,

provided we have someone
to share our troubles with.

Love is the ultimate cure

and, in a sense, the only one.